My dad died of cancer the day I turned 16 after about two weeks in a coma. It was really fast – less than two months between diagnosis and death. He died in the house. (we had a hospice attendant and my mom was very good about seeing to him in those final days).

Anyway, a lot of weird shit happened after he passed, but the one that still freaks me out when I think about it happened about 12 hours before he took to bed for the last time. He was in our living room napping on the couch while my mom was in the kitchen cooking. No one else was home.

Suddenly, he jerked awake and was shouting for my mom in a very loud, agitated voice. Clearly angry with her. “Beverly! Don’t do that! Don’t EVER do that again!”

She ran into the room, alarmed and asked what he was talking about, and he said, “Don’t do that. Don’t walk past me like that in that long, black wig.”

Sometimes I think he saw death.

After living in my house alone for 8 years, I came to the realization that I had closed a lot more doors than I had opened.

I was about 15 minutes from finishing the night shift at work when there was a massive crash on one of the windows in the office so I get up and go to check it out. Someone has thrown quite a sizable rock through one of the windows on the front of the building. This is made especially weird because I’m working in the industrial district at 11:30 at night with none of the other businesses open. I go back to my desk, put a quick call through to security to let them know and decide to head home. As I’m leaving the building I’m freaking myself out about it more and more and end up running to my car, getting in and taking off. I’m almost home and I’ve started to calm down a bit when I realise that I didn’t unlock my car when I got in. It had been unlocked the whole time. I do a quick check with my hand in the backseat for any possible murderers that might be hanging around there but there’s nothing there.

Fast forward 30 minutes: I’ve called a friend of mine who says he is out drinking so I decide I’m going to join him. I jump on my bicycle and start riding over. I’m doodling along the road on my bike, it’s a nice night and I’m in no big rush, just enjoying the moonlight when I hear someone riding behind me. I straighten up and stick to one side of the road. He passes me really slowly and, when he is right beside me, he shoots me a smile I can describe as purely fucking insane. I kind of flinch and am taken aback as he rides on. That’s when I realise. He is riding my mom’s bike.

Needless to say, I sprint the fuck home. When I get there, sure enough her bike is missing and one of my car’s doors is open. The back left one. I was driving, and had no need to open that door.

GIRL CALLS HER FREIND AFTER DIEING

I was packing my things when my room mate Diana went in. We are studying on different school but we are room mates for 3 years. She was jolly and nice. But that afternoon she looked sad. I asked her what was wrong with her but she assured me she's ok. She's just tired so I didn't bother her. She lies on her bed and close her eyes. When I finished doing my things I bid her goodbye. She rose, hugged me and told me to take care. I smiled at her and told her to give me a call if she needs someone to talk to.
I am going home for the weekends, as my daily routine for 3 years. I was thinking of Diana on my way home. As I reached home I decided to call her but I cannot reach her. I started to get worried. I told my mom about it and she told me maybe she was sleeping and her phone got low bat. I dismiss the thoughts that are coming in my mind, I am not feeling good on whatever is happening on her. Around 9: 15 pm after our dinner I received a call from her. I told her I was worried about her and it's a good thing she called.
"Stop worrying cat, I'm ok. I just want to tell, you you're so nice and I'll miss you."
"What are talking about? I will be back on Sunday afternoon, you never miss me during weekends!" This sounded weird now and my hands got cold! "Are you not going home?" I asked her.
"No. Look Cat I need to go now, goodnight. Just send my regards to your mom"
"Ok, I'll just tell her. Bye" she cut the line and my heart was still pounding fast. I told my mom Diana is ok, she just called me and she sends you her regards. After few minutes my cell phone rang, it was our land lady. She was crying and freaking out. I cannot understand what she is saying. I told her to calm down and tell me what happened.
She told me that at around 8:45 pm they heard a noise from our room, so she decided to come. She knocked and called Diana because she knows I already left that afternoon, but there are no response, so she opened the door. She almost got a heart attack when she saw Diana hanging on the ceiling! She then called other borders and asked for help but when they got Diana down, she was no longer breathing. They tried to revive her while the ambulance was on its way but she was dead already!
I was speechless! She just called me few minutes ago! It can't be! The hair on my nape rose! My bloods run cold! I don't know what to say.
"Catherine, are you still there?" Our land lady asked me.
"Yes. Where is she now?"
"We already called her parents, they are on their way to pick-up her body."
Her body, I can't believe it.
We ended the call and I told my mother what happened. She also cannot believe what happened.
The following day we went to Diana's place for the funeral. I still can't believe everything happened just like that. I told her mom our last talk, she cried and told me she also received a call from Diana but that was before she did it.
Until now, I cannot believe what happened. I am just praying that wherever she is, she's just ok. Liked what she told me.

     DARK DEMON IN NANNY´S ROOM    

About 7 years ago, this event took place in my house. My grandmother was really sick, she was in bed with oxygen to help her breathing. She was very devoted to God, great woman and always put family first.
I was ending my senior year and I was very close with my grandmother. I suggested to my mother that we could put a mattress on the floor next to my nanny's bed so I could take care of her if she needed something through the night.
One night I was in the living room watching some TV before bed, time was 22:30. My mom said goodnight and went to her bedroom. About ten to 15 minutes later I was getting tired so I turned off the TV and then the light of the living room. The only light on was from my nanny's room with the door opened a crack across living room. As soon as I took about 4 steps, I saw someone ducking in the middle of the room. "My mom is playing tricks on me", I thought. But as I took more steps it didn't look human. It was darker than the dark, on fours and features of a human body, except it was thin almost like bone appearance. I saw its profile of face, because it started to look towards the crack of light from nanny's room. It was long and bone features with some spikes on its head. I froze and stayed looking at this thing and didn't took my eyes off of it. In a matter of seconds it started to move towards me on all fours very fast, and right through my legs and vanished on the furniture behind me. I ran to the room, and didn't tell anyone.
A week later about 22:10, went to nanny's room, closed the door quiet behind me because she was sleeping. I started writing on my journal and I heard a "click", very distinctively. Didn't pay that much attention, after all house is quiet and you can hear noises. I started to see my nanny sleep, and I noticed that she looked uncomfortable, like she was having a nightmare. So, softly, I get close to her and move her arm gently to wake her up. "Nanny, Nanny, wake up", repeatedly. She opened her eyes, very disturbed and screamed, "Lock the door! Lock the door now!" No hesitation, I got up and immediately turn the lock and turn knob to check if it was locked and realized I was opening door. That "click" I heard minutes ago locked the door. I asked nanny what happened... "This dark creature was sucking the air out of my mouth." I cried, and was speechless, grabbed bible and read to her Psalm 99. This still haunts me and makes me think if that thing made my nanny more sick. She passed away 2 weeks later.

                      THE HELLHOUND                      

 

It has taken me quite a while to work up the resolve to type this story. Let me introduce myself. My name is Jedidiah. I am 28 and I live in American Canyon, CA.
This story is not a ghost story, at least I don't think it is, but it is an account of my first brush with the paranormal. I am a firm believer in the paranormal, I always have been, and one day my belief was fortified. That day was when I saw, what I believe to be a hellhound.
This occurrence took place 3 days after my 25th birthday (about middle of summer). It was a brisk night in my home town of American Canyon. While walking home from the local market I hear this deafening howl. Then I catch a glimpse of what I thought was a large dog. I assumed it was just one of the many stray dogs in my neighborhood, but as I continued, I saw the same large dog. This time I got a better look at it. I was unnerved because of the dog's size and appearance. It was about the size of a small bear. The build of the dog was like that of a Rottweiler, with fur that was the darkest black I've ever seen, like it was made of pure shadows, with piercing, glowing, red eyes; eyes that seemed to peer into my soul. The dog's torso was tangled in what looked like barbed wire. After I saw it, the dog then darted away with incredible speed.
At this point I was quite scared. I continued on my way home and I found myself dreading each corner, fearing another sighting of this hellish creature. I had almost made it home when the beast appeared again. This time it stood directly in my path. I was frozen with fear, hair standing up on end and I close my eyes fearing an attack. It starts to growl, a deep, rumbling, growl; one that I felt deep in my soul, one that threatens to turn my legs to Jell-O. I don't know what compelled me to do so but, I started praying, to the Lord and Jesus Christ in Heaven, to make this beast leave, but the growling intensified, it seemed as if the growl just pulsated through my mind doing everything in its power to get me to stop praying. I continued to pray, I just prayed, and prayed, and prayed. As I continued to pray, the growl slowly dissipated. When I finally opened my eyes, all that was left was scorch marks where the dog stood.
I was terrified and shaking as I rushed home and locked the door, but when I turn around I am greeted by a pitch black dog, but this one I am sure means me no harm. It is my black Labrador, Mia.
After the night I had, I just wanted nothing more than to relax and think about what happened, so I turn on the TV for some background noise and when it starts up I see a show on Animal Planet called lost tapes. The episode was about hellhounds, and what they were describing sounded eerily similar to what I encountered.
To this day I have yet to see the same dog, or another like it. So this begs the question... What did I see? A hellhound, a spectral creature, some sort of demon? I never will know; but then again I'm not sure I want to.
I have a few other unrelated experiences with the paranormal that I may post at a later date. I'm trying to decide whether or not I'm ready to relive those experiences by writing them down yet.

       THE MEDIUM WHO GOT POSESSED       
 
I posted about my experience with an entity when I used to work at a rehab center. There I had many encounters and vivid experiences, bad and good ones. This one actually happened in my final days there, and it was physical. Since I'm a medium I got to experience one of the worst experiences of my life, being possessed by an entity.
It was one of those regular calm days at the center. The girls were behaving very well and everything was extremely peaceful, until we received the news that 30 new girls were to come transferred from another center on that same night. All the chaperons and supervisors (including me) had to run and get things set to receive the new inmates. When they arrived we divided them into the houses and 10 of them stayed at the house I used to watch over. Not to my surprise these girls were rebellious, yelled a lot and did not want to be there, but there was nothing they could do.
After 5 p.m we closed the doors and everybody was at the living room watching TV. I started to feel an agonizing sensation, and constantly heard a voice inside my head saying "pray, pray..." I felt there was something wrong, and a very negative feeling started to come over me. I couldn't get rid of this feeling even though I continued to do my regular tasks in the house. One of my colleagues stayed for the night to help with the extra girls and close to midnight we checked if all the girls were asleep and started to get set for the night.
I remembered I started feeling extremely sad suddenly, and felt the urge to cry in despair. I have the habit of praying every night and every time I started praying this sadness would take over me and I would have to stop. I then took my bible, which I kept by the bed and tried to read it, but for some reason I couldn't understand the words, so I had to stop and start over only to realize that I still didn't understand a word. So I look at my colleague and said "there is something wrong with me" and lied down on the bed.
Suddenly I felt like something was pushing me against the bed, and the agonizing feeling just got worse with the time. By then I realized I was having a spiritual struggle, and I knew something was trying to possess me and I was running out of strength. I tried to get up but whatever was there was pushing me down against the bed, then the top part of my body was being lifted and I was being shaken with a strength I can not describe. I couldn't speak, couldn't scream, I tried to move my body but I couldn't. I was trapped inside myself making rough movements up and down. I remember the only thing I could say to my colleague, who watched me in terror was "go call Moisés". Moisés is the night manager, and a very religious man. So at that time he was the only reference I had. After my colleague left I blacked out.
The next events were told my colleague because I don't have any memory of what happened:
I was laying on the bed, shaking my body up and down violently when Moises came in the room and started talking to me, or whatever was inside of me. He said "you have to leave her body!, you are not allowed to be inside of her, she is not ready to work" And I said "I will leave when I want to" Moises asked "who are you?" I said "nobody you know of". So I got up from the bed and started walking, my body roughly shaking as I walked, and as I was walking I shouted "I don't want to be here! This is not my place! I don't belong here! I belong in the streets!" So I went up the stairs and Moises caught me and sat me down on the chair. According to my colleague, he was throwing water on my head and making the cross sign on my forehead. He asked "why do you want to leave this place?" I the entity inside of me answered "because I belong in the streets, there I can drink, smoke and pitch, there I can lay with the men, there I can do what I please". After that he started saying the Lord's prayer over and over, and my colleague joined him as well. I started to regain conscience little by little, to find myself sitting on a chair. I didn't know how I ended up there, but I could see that I had been possessed by an entity of the streets, that did want to be there and felt I had an open field, so It tried to communicate with the others through me.
I couldn't sleep at all until dawn and I felt like I had been beat up or something. I was definitely the most terrifying experience for me. Because I was physically harmed, I was violated, I was possessed.

           "I´M YOU AND YOU ARE ME"               

So, Here it goes. I have expierenced some weird encounters recently in the past couple years. My life has seemed to be going on normally until one fateful day when my friend committed suicide. That day I was different and something weird seemed to come with it. I do not really know how to explain but I swear to you, that I have seen what I percieve to be as a demon after that day... And it is reoccuring. It started out as simple manifestations of a human like creature... As in one look I see it, and then I double take and it's gone. I usually just shrugged off this phenomenon until something extremely horrid happened.
This horrid thing was the fact that this demonic like creature started to converse with me like he actually knew me. It said things like, "now you really know pain." and "Join me."
This really freaked me out, but then I thought that it may have actually been my friend who committed suicide. I mustered up the courage one day and when the demonic entity appeared I asked it in a calm voice, "I'm not afraid of you... Are you Dylan?"
I felt really good about asking the creature if it was my deceased friend but what happened next scared the living crap out of me. The demonic entity just looked at me with those weird pitch black eyes and said in a mocking voice, "Dylan? Who is that? I am not that... I am you and you are me."
I never really got what it meant when it said the previously stated thing. The demonic entity then did not bother me for a long time, but I started not to feel like myself anymore. For one, I became extremely angry and agitated almost regularly over nothing. I even almost killed one of my best friends.

 OUIJA BOARD BRINGS BAD SPIRITS
 
It all started a little after I turned twelve. My cousin, sister and I had a fascination with using the Ouija Board. We had been using the board for a short while, and every time we used it, the experience was a positive one.
One night, some family friends came over. I was telling my friend about how I used our Ouija board and how we were communicating with spirits and psychics. She was skeptical about it so I was on a mission to prove what me, my sister and cousin had seen. We went to my bedroom and proceeded to do a seance. We made contact with a spirit on first attempt and it was an angry one. It kept spelling out vulgar remarks and repeating that it was going to kill us.
We were both getting really creeped out so she went and got her cousin, who after a few minutes of panicked rambling, brought him into my room. We still had contact with the same entity as though we'd never stopped using the board. It kept repeating that it was going to kill us, and that we needed to leave the room. So "Mr. Gangsta" cousin started to argue with the spirit and antagonize it. He eventually got frustrated with the situation and we all left the room.
That night I remember ranting on about a ghost in my room to my mother, and she reassured me that it was an over active imagination.
A couple of months later we started experiencing poltergeist activity in the house. Doors opening and closing on their own, lights turning on in the middle of the night, particularly the one in the dinning room. This light switch is a turn style knob, so it takes a little more effort to turn it on, rather than just flipping the switch. The kitchen was a hotspot for activity. The cupboards and drawers would open on their own. Cups would fall out of the cabinets and break on the floor on the middle of the night on a frequent basis.
And of course, there is my bedroom. Every night I could hear a deep, heavy breathing, like a man slowly panting next to my bed. It would start quiet, get louder and louder and then stop completely. I would have to sleep buried under all of my blankets and pillows just to get to sleep. I would wake almost every morning with claw like scratches on my body. Objects in the house would be re-positioned, or moved from its original spot to a different room. We never saw this happen, but it was always confusing to walk into a room and think, how the hell did this get here?
We also were seeing shadows. It would walk down the hallway past the bedrooms, and through the kitchen. You'd catch it from the corner of your eye, or feel a cold gust pass by. On many occasions I would be sitting on the couch in the living room doing my homework and I would feel finger tips brush across my hand as I wrote. This would follow with the walls creaking, starting from one end of the house all the way to the opposite side.And theres was this time when I was just watching tv trying to ignore the constant sounf of creaking walls and the ocasional felling of felling of being touch hoping it whould stop if I ignore it Im thrown like 10 feet from the couch , I got realy creeped out when it happen that I even scream for help and my cousin and sister came to see what had happen , when I told then what happen my cousing said to get the Ouija Board ask the entity to leave but it kept saying no every time but we kept trying. And for a moment we noticed it wasnt responding so my cousing picks up Ouija Board and a ligther burning the board . And since then i`ve never had anything like that happening to me but i will never forget this experince it will stay with me forever.

DEMON DISGUICED AS A HOMELESS GUY 
 

I was ten years old, growing up in Liverpool, England. I was a pretty normal child with a good set of friends and a loving family.
My Dad had been taken to hospital for an operation on his legs. My mum and me went up every day to see him, and the medical staff used to let us stay most of the day.
Of course, being a ten year old tomboy, being in a hospital ward visiting bored me after the first couple of hours. I was restless. I wanted to explore, to go on "expeditions" as I said to my Dad, so off I went, exploring the hospital.
I came across a chapel. Now if you know Liverpool, you'll know that the Royal Liverpool University Hospital has a huge chapel, with a wind pipe organ. I had found it! Treasure! Just like Indiana Jones, who was my hero, I wanted to explore its secrets. My ten year old imagination was overcome with possibilities. The organ held a secret passage that would only open if you played the right tune, I told myself.
Excitedly, I sat down at the enormous instrument, and sheepishly pressed a few keys. I heard a giggle, and turned around to see what looked like a homeless man sitting on the pews. I eyed him, and panicked. I apologised, then ran.
The next day, I went back to the chapel and saw the homeless guy in the pews again. I went in, as he looked kind. We chatted and he seemed to understand my boredom. My childlike conversation was limited to things I liked and disliked.
After a short while, he asked me did I want to play the wind pipe organ again. I jumped at the chance, and he taught me how to play Frere Jacques!
This continued for a few days until one day I went down to the chapel to meet "Benny" (as I called him as he never told me his name, though I asked, but when I said Benny, he told me he didn't mind me calling him bit that name. I was a kid, I thought nothing more of it.)
I distinctly and specifically remember always running through the corridor to get there quicker, but on this day, I slowed down to a slow walk as I came close to the chapel threshold. I stood rigid still for some reason, and never stepped over. Benny was there... But Benny "felt" weird. And then I saw it...
His face started to twist into something I can only explain as evil. I was a kid, but I knew the difference between good and bad. This was more than bad. I remember thinking it was like looking into hell. (I'm not religious, nor will I ever be. That doesn't mean to say I don't believe in a creator, like an Architect of the universe as the Freemasons say. Even as a child, I had an aversion to religion. Why need the middle-man when you can "speak" direct? My own personal belief is something I'll get into another time.)
By this time, I was terrified. I turned to run, but it was like everything slowed down. It seemed the corridor got longer, I knew I was running fast, but it felt like I was moving at a snails pace. I remember screaming and at that point, everything became normal again. As I was running, I KNOW I heard the most evil laugh, ever.
I still remember that face in detail. I remember that laugh. I wonder from time to time, why it chose a chapel, and why it chose to show itself to a child.
My mother always says a hospital chapel is where there is more desperation, fear and pleading with "God" for the life of their loved one. She suggested that it's the "perfect feeding ground" for evil to bargain. It could be so, I'm not sure. The awful thing is, I know I'll face it again at some point in my life.

      A DARK PRESENCE IN THE HOUSE     
 
This is the most recent paranormal event to happen to me personally. About a year ago I was talking to a than very good friend about the paranormal. We were both extremely interested and went on sleepovers would constantly watch horror movies, 'real' videos on youtube and read real life accounts. One night she brought out six large candles and suggested we try to summon something up, just to prove to everyone else who didn't believe that it was real. I was a bit dubious at first, but after her continuous pestering agreed. So we set up the candles in a pentacle shape and sat around them holding hands. Anyway nothing really happened, and I went home quite disappointed.
A few weeks later, we'd both forgotten about and continued on with our lives, having got bored of the paranormal. About three months later I went through quite a bad case of depression, and began to shut myself off from the world. All my other friends noticed but didn't know how to help or what to do. The friend that I'd done the summoning thing with seemed to be going through a hard time as well, so it brought us together even closer. Which was definitely not a good thing.
One night I was awoken by a loud growl. At first I thought it to be the dog so went to check on him, only to find him fast asleep in his kennel. Being as stupid as I was back then, I shrugged it off and went back to sleep.
A few nights later I awoke to a little girl standing at the foot of my bed. And no, she didn't look like the 'grudge' or whatever. She was wearing more modern clothes and had wavy blondish hair. I sat up and stared at her for a good 5 minutes before she finally disappeared. Being the way I was back then, I was delighted. Finally someone was trying to contact me. They needed my help!
I'll skip ahead a bit now, but the 'girl' continued to visit me every night, and I didn't tell anyone because I believed her to be my special secret. I was extremely happy with her being there until I awoke one night to the feeling of a hand around my mouth. It was sort of hot and, knowing at that point that this 'girl' wasn't as kind as I first thought, made me see things another way.
I told my mum and dad and my mum blessed my room and for a few weeks after that everything was calm and I was beginning to come out of depression. I went for another sleep over at my friend's house and that's when things started up again. During the sleepover we were sitting on her couch watching The Lion King when we heard a door slam. Thinking it was her older brother, she told him off for being so noisy, but there was no reply so we shrugged it off. A few minutes later we heard a loud smash coming from her room so we rushed in to see what had happened, only to find a photo of me and her smashed up against the wall opposite to the one it was up against. We both looked at each other in confusion and went to find her brother thinking that he'd done it, though now we realize he wouldn't have had enough time to smash it and get back into his room without us seeing him. She barged into his room shouting, only to find he wasn't there.
After a moment we figured out that it wasn't possible for him to do it. She thought it was great, and began to tell me how excited she was that this had happened. At this point I was pretty freaked out and wondering what was going on. That night was a pretty bad one, our sheets were being ripped off and we could hear a thump coming from the wall behind us. The whole time during this she was laughing. I had, at this point, realized that what ever attacked me before was back.
I happily went home the next day, but the moment I entered my room I knew something was wrong. The energy just felt off, and it was icy cold in the middle of summer. (I live in Australia so that's a big thing.) I ignored it a couple of days hoping that it was just my imagination and would subside, but the presence was just getting stronger, a dark thick sort of energy filled my room. It was so bad that my dad began to notice something was off. It was about this time that I discovered I could actually sense where the being was (standing in the corner closest to my bed).
I became depressed again, except this time I was angry and lashed out at people, or sometimes myself. According to my parents I ended up spending about 70% of my time in my room, just sitting there and not doing anything, though I don't think it was that much.
After a few nights of being woken my a whisper by my ear (couldn't understand what was being said), I decided I needed real help. I begged my mum to contact someone to do something so she contacted my uncle who is a pastor.
The night before he came was the most active night I have ever experienced. My glasses went missing, and everyone swore they hadn't touched them so I ignored it. Then, when I had just lay down in bed, I saw a large shadow pass by the far wall and literally 1 minute later a large weight pushed down on me and pinned me down for a couple of seconds.
After my uncle had blessed the house, I felt so much lighter as if a weight had been lifted from my shoulders. As we walked through the house with him to check that the presence was actually gone, we found my glasses in the bath. The bath had been used after my glasses went missing. It was that point that we knew it was all over.

I want to share my story that happened around the month of April 2014. This took place at this building in downtown Houston called the Warehouse Live. This was my first time going there and I was going to a Marianas Trench concert.

This night was so amazing and I had such a great time seeing 4 guys from Canada sing at their best. There really is not much to this story as I would have liked it to be.

That night I took many photographs of the band, all the people having fun and me, nothing could ruin my night. I went home and a few days passed and I remembered the images I had took. I was looking through all the pictures and all. That's when I noticed that in one of the images there it was the grim reaper and it was just his face. It was clearly marked as if it wanted to be seen or as it was passing by. You could only see his face; you could see his big dark deep eyes and the mouth and teeth as it grinned. The grim reaper looked like it was in the crowd maybe not too far me from seeing that in the image its face took almost the whole frame.

As seeing this image I got really scared because at the moment I was having some health problems so maybe I though oh no it's here as a warning sign. At the time I was having bad chest pains but the doctors never found a reason for them but they said my heart was fine. Me, as an individual, I'm scared and my body is telling me otherwise. So yes of course I am going to be scared.

I was actually so freaked out by this image that I had to delete it I couldn't bear to look at it. Now that I think about it I cannot believe I did that. At this point I wish I could have kept the image to show. Well really I just want some advice, what do you guys think the grim wanted that night? And do you think it took someone with them later on?

I am going to tell you about a few years ago, I live in Greenwood, Indiana.My very first experience was when I was eight years old. A few weeks after my grandpa passed away, I was home from school sick. My dad and stepmom went to the gas station to grab a pack of cigarettes. Since I was sick, all I wanted to do was lay on the couch and sleep. As soon as I heard the door shut, I turned and faced the back of the couch so I could take a nap. About two minutes went by and suddenly I felt someone shaking me to wake me up. When I turned around to see who was shaking me, there was nobody there. I ran to the window to see if my dad's car was still outside, but it was gone.Another unexplained phenomenon I experienced was when I was about 14. Every Christmas Eve when I was little, my sisters and I would sleep together in the same room or close to each other so we could wake each other up early in the morning. That night, it was about 8 or 9 pm, we decided to go lay down in bed and watch TV. After watching TV for about an hour, I sat up in bed and turned off the TV. As soon as the TV was turned off, we BOTH clearly heard a SCARY voice say, "STOP IT." After that happened, I don't know how or why, but suddenly tears starting flowing from my face (but I wasn't crying.) Every single hair on my body also stood up. My sister just stared at me with big eyes and said "please tell me you heard that." THAT was the THE scariest thing that ever happened to me. It was like someone controlled my emotions and made me cry (but, I didn't feel like I was crying).A few months ago now, my wife and I were sitting on our patio outside while it was still warm outside. Where I sit outside, I am able to see down the hallway. Out of the corner of my eye, I felt like I saw a woman in the corner of the hallway. She was older, with her hair in a bun on top of 
her head. As soon as I turned to get a better

look, she was gone. I will NEVER forget that.Last night actually, my wife and I had an experience. (My wife never had any paranormal activity in her life until I came around.) I almost wonder if I am being followed by ghosts. It has happened to me since I was eight years old, in EVERY house or apartment I have lived at. Anyways, my wife and I have a dog named Fergie. She is ALWAYS staring at things we cannot see or growling/barking in the hallway in the middle of the night. Last year, we had her fixed and ever since then, she always makes a very loud whining noise when we touch her belly or try to pick her up.Last night, me, my wife and our dog were sitting in the living room and out of nowhere, Fergie made that loud whine noise like someone was trying to pick her up. However, my wife and I were on the other couch.I have SO many more experiences, but those are a few that I will NEVER forget in my life. Why is the paranormal attached to me?

         THE  DEMON DOG WHO CROSSED OVER             

My experience happened about three months ago. I have always been a believer of the paranormal; I have seen things in my lifetime most people laugh about, or joke around with. The truth is there is another world out there, a SPIRITUAL world and the experience I will talk about is one that until today still scares me. There isn't a day that goes by where I don't think about it.
It all began with a book my sister in law insisted I should read, as a curious one I opened it and began to read one page after the other. This book spoke of ways to bring spirits back to speak to them. It gave detailed descriptions of sacrifices and named names of demons that would help through all these practices. A few paragraphs in I decided this was too much for me so I returned the book and figured Id forget about it soon, I was so wrong!
That night I was on the phone with my boyfriend as I lay on my bed and in a moment this strong violent wind came blowing hitting my back with great force, this made me very cold and scared at the same time. I was too scared to look back because this wind came out of no where my window was sealed shut as a younger kid so there wasn't a reasonable explanation for why this was happening. Then I felt something was staring at me and I grew more anxious and scared and
I tried yelling for help but it was as though I was paralyzed. From the distance in the wind I could hear this vicious dog sound like approaching me getting closer and closer, only I knew deep inside it was not a dog but a demon.
I was once a strong Christian believer so I claimed the blood of Jesus, In my mind since I couldn't talk I told the demon the Lord was on my side and that he couldn't take me or hurt me like he wanted too. I kept praying until I came back and I could finally hear my boyfriend on the phone again, I asked him if he had heard something and his response was that it had been absolutely quiet and he had thought I had fallen asleep but I knew this was something real because I could ways hear my boyfriend and though I tried asking him to help nothing came out of my mouth.
I never went to sleep that night and I know I opened some kind of door by reading that book and the next days proved it to me. I took a camping trip with my boyfriend's family the next couple of days. I was relieved I didn't want to sleep in my room again. I thought it would all stop and I'd finally have some peace. I was so wrong.
Every night of that trip this thing came back and just sat at the foot of the bunk beds where Id hear it growl and it would be a constant battle to make it go away! Not one of those nights was I alone yet no one heard or saw anything. As ironic as this may sound I knew this demon from before all of these things started happening I had seen him in dreams, I guess reading that book made him more powerful somehow and now he was after me and I don't know exactly what he wanted me for.
As soon as I made it home from the trip I called my sister and I insisted she come down and pray for me, we decided I would sneak that book from my sister in law's room and we would burn it as we prayed and asked protection from God. The hour came and we began, I won't forget that day, it seemed that as we began to pray a strong wind started trying to blow away all the pages of the book we had torn out. It took hours before all the pages were consumed, and I saw the demon run through my window. I knew then things would be ok as a big sense of relief came over me.
My sister and I talked about our experience and she described a demon that looked like a dog only he stood on two legs and was taller than the both of us with red eyes and pointy ears, again I have seen this demon before but never so close. I was glad it was finally over I could sleep again. Since this happened my sister in law doesn't talk to me, she has done so many things to be sure I'm miserable, and I know why, she shared this demon with me for a few brief days, and I pissed it off. I only hope one day she turns to God.
Practicing things like these tie you down so be careful with what you read, I learned my lesson.
I'm sorry if this was long it was my true story hope you believe that these things truly do exist.

          the encounter with the shadown demon 

It was late one night when I retired to the couch for the night. I went to sleep and had the window blind open so I could use the fan on my window air unit. The street light lit the room with a soft orange light. I always keep my pistol close by when I am sleeping and this night was no exception. I had my S&W 40 with l.e.d. Light on it on the table by the couch.
Around 3am I woke from a tossing restless type of sleep and lit a cigarette. After I finished my smoke, I laid on my side facing the back of the couch. I started being overwhelmed with a feeling that somebody else was in the room with me. I rolled over on my back and all of the sudden I looked towards the window and the strangest thing happened.
I became paralyzed and the window became distorted and then as I looked away from the window towards the door I see a dark shadow figure squatting at the end of the couch towards my feet. I went to reach for my pistol but I couldn't move. The shadow then stood up and in a crouching position began to walk towards me. It walked between the couch and table and when it got to my head it turned and bent over putting its face 2 inches from mine. I felt like it was draining the life from my body.
After a few seconds which felt like forever, it vanished into thin air and I could immediately move. I grabbed my pistol and turned the light on and scanned the room, even though I could see with the light from the street light. There was nothing. I was very sick for the next three days.
My sister was married the next day and the Pastor of her church could tell something was troubling me and when he asked me what was the matter, I explained it to him and he prayed over me and put some sort of oil on my head. Since that day, I have not been the same. It is something that I hope I never encounter again.

              THE PERSON WHO HIS SOUL HAS VISITED HELL 
 

For as long as I've known I have always had unexplained experiences along with my mother, grandmother and siblings. I'm starting to think this is a genetic trend, although I feel I have these occurrences more often then they do.
I'm now at the age of 29, most of these experiences happened when I was younger. I'm going to tell you of one experience in this story when I think I may have visited hell.
I remember this night very vividly, my parents were harshly arguing with one another like usual. It died down after awhile but I still went to bed a little overwhelmed. I remember falling asleep like usual, like any other night, nothing different. From what I can explain is to me it felt as though my soul has lifted out of my body and drifted to another dimension. It felt like I was flying through the air bodiless and then promptly landed in what I thought to be a dimension of hell.
I landed on high altitude light brown rock formation and it seemed to be a very hot summer day. Everything seemed very physical and realistic. The sky looked normal but as I looked around there was no living creatures, nothing was alive. There was no grass, no trees, nothing but this brown rock material for as far as I could see. I realized I had been placed in near the front of a line along side with my mom amongst other people I had never seen before facing a little white chapel like house that seemed to be the only thing in the entire dimension. The people in line looked like everyday ordinary people, except no was making noise or moving a muscle, everyone was very silent and still looking at the chapel-like house.
I was very confused on what was happening. I began observing again but I never got out of line, I'm not sure why, it felt out of my control to do so. All of the sudden I heard a deep scary demonic voice that muttered the words "go inside." I looked up to see where it came from and there was a huge transparent dominate-looking face in the sky. I couldn't really make out its features or exactly what it was looking at.
There was a few people in front of me who began walking slowly into the chapel-like house. They seemed terrified, but had no choice but to go in. A few people had to go in at a time and the door slammed behind them. We were next in line, I turned to my mom who was behind me and whispered frantically because I didn't want the face to hear me "don't go in, it's not safe." She nodded in agreement with me, but seemed kind of zombie like as she didn't actually reply to me.
As I looked at the chapel, there was a huge window in the front that I could see in. What I saw was very disturbing and mentally unexplainable. It was very dark inside, the only thing I could see was four autopsy tables with four people on them as though they were dead but not dead, I could only see from their feet up to their waist. It seemed like they were dead but were able to move their feet. They looked like they were freshly dead, they didn't look like they had rotted or anything. Each of them seemed to of had a little ticket wrapped on each of their big toes, along with a white blanket covering them. I couldn't see any further than that. It almost seemed like I was being forced to walk into a torture chamber. I was petrified and unable to move and the door looked as if it was about to open again.
All of the sudden everything disappeared and everything went to a fog. It seemed as if my soul traveled back to my body and I could see myself sleeping (that itself was very chilling) and in a flash I shot into my body and woke up all at once.
I absolutely can't mark this off as just a dream, and I would love to hear any comments/feedback or similar experiences anyone has had.

MY SON(Name of the Story)

"Son, we need to have a chat about Internet Safety." I slowly crumpled down onto the floor next to him. His laptop was open and and he was playing Minecraft on a public server. His eyes were locked into the action. Comments scrolled down the side of the screen in a chat box. "Son, can you stop your game for a minute?"

He exited the world, closed the laptop, and looked up to at me. "Dad, is this going to be another cheesy scary story?"

"Whhaaaat?" I faked hurt feelings for a second, and then grinned at him, "I thought you liked my cautionary tales?" He grew up listening stories about children who encountered witches, ghosts, werewolves, and trolls. Like many generations of parents, I used scary stories to reinforce morals and teach lessons about safety. Single dad like me should use all the parenting tools at their disposal.

He scrunched his face a little, "They were fine when I was six. But now that I'm getting older, they don't scare me any-more. They seem kinda silly. If you are going to tell a story about Internet, can you make it really, really scary?" I squinted at him incredulously. He folded his arms, "Dad, I'm Ten, I can handle it."

"Hmmm.... Okay. I'll try." I began, "Once upon a time, there was a boy named Colby....." His expression indicated that he wasn't impressed by the terror of the introduction. He sighed deeply and settled in for one of Dad's cheesy stories. I continued...

"Colby went online and joined several children's websites. After a while, he started talking to other kids in-game and on the message boards. He made friends with another Ten year old boy named Helper23. They liked the same video games and shows. They laughed at each other jokes. They explored new games together.

After several months of friendship, Colby gave Helper23 six diamonds in a game they were playing. This was a very generous gift. Colby's birthday was coming up and Helper23 wanted to send him a cool present in real life. Colby figured it wouldn't hurt to give Helper23 his home address - as long as he promised not to tell it to any strangers or grown-ups. Helper23 swore he wouldn't tell anyone else, not even his own parents, and set about mailing the package."

I paused the story and asked my son, "Do you think that was a good idea?" "No!" he said shaking his head vigorously. In spite of himself, he was getting into the story. I continued...

"Well neither did Colby. Colby felt guilty about giving away his home address - and his guilt began to grow. And grow. By the time he put on his pajamas the next night, his guilt and fear were larger than anything else in his life. He resolved to admit the truth to his parents. The punishment would be steep, but it was worth it to have a clear conscience. He squirmed in his bed as he waited for his parents to tuck him in."

My son knew the scary part was coming up. In spite of his tough talk, he leaned forward wide-eyed. I spoke quietly and deliberately.

"He heard all the noises of the house. The washing machine bounced around in the laundry room. Branches scraped against the brick outside his room. His baby brother cooed in the nursery. And there were some other noises he couldn't... quite.. pinpoint. Finally, his dad's footsteps echoed down the hall. "Hey Dad?" He called out nervously. "I have something to tell you."

His dad stuck his head in the doorway at a weird angle. In the darkness, his mouth didn't seem to move and the eyes were all wrong. "Yes, son" the voice was way off , too. "Are you okay, Dad?" the boy asked. "Uh-huh" sung the father in his strangely affected voice. Colby pulled his covers up defensively. "Ummmm.... is Mom around?"

"Here I am!" Mom's head popped into the doorway below Dad's. Her voice was an unnatural falsetto. "Were you about to tell us that you gave our home address to Helper23? You shouldn't have done that! We TOLD you never to give out personal information on the Internet!"

She continued, "He wasn't really a kid! He just pretended to be one. Do you know what he did? He came to  our house, brake in, and murdered both of us! Just so he could spend some time with you!"

A fat man in a wet jacket emerged in the child's doorway holding the two severed heads. Colby shrieked and gasped as the man dropped the heads on the ground, unsheathed his knife, and moved into the room to work on the boy."

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My son screamed too. He twisted his hands defensively over his face. But I was just getting started.

"After several hours, the boy was almost dead and his screams had become whimpers. The killer noticed the wailing of a baby in another room and removed his knife from Colby. This was special treat. He had never murdered a baby before and was excited about the prospect. Helper23 left Colby to die and followed the cries through the house like a homing beacon.

In the nursery, he walked to the crib, picked the baby up, and held it in his arms. He moved towards the changing table to get a better look. But as he held the baby, the crying died down. The baby Looked up and smiled. Helper23 had never held a baby, but he gently bounced it in his arms like a pro. He wiped his bloody hands on the blanket so he could stroke the baby's cheek. "Hey there, sweet little guy." The beautiful rage of sadism melted into something warmer and softer.

He walked out of the nursery, took the baby home, named him William, and raised him as his very own."

After I finished the story, my son was visibly shaken. Between ragged staccato breaths, he stammered, "But dad, My name's William." I gave him a smile and tousled his hair. "Of course it is son..."

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Shadow Girl (Decendent),

• This father is going through a divorce and in the meantime he stays with his own mother, who claims the house is haunted by the shadow of a girl walking from room to room
• Since he and his wife share custody of his daughter, one some weeks she stays with her mother, and others her father – one particular week in the middle of the night, the father is on the computer
• Out of the corner of his eye he catches his daughter sneaking into the kitchen, where she stops dead and stares at him for a few minutes – but he doesn’t look at her since he figured she’d just go back to bed
• Which she did – and when he checked on her a while later, he realised with a sick feeling in his gut that her bed was empty – she had been staying at her mother’s that week